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I´ve got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I´m off to the civil war
I´ve got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I´m runnin´ in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw

Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And I´m a soldier at thirteen
Slip kid, slip kid, realization
There´s no easy way to be free
No easy way to be free

It´s a hard, hard world

I left my doctor´s prescription bungalow behind me
I left the door ajar
I left my vacuum flask
Full of hot tea and sugar
Left the keys right in my car

Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
Only half way up the tree
Slip kid, slip kid, I´m a relation
I´m a soldier at sixty-three
No easy way to be free

Slip kid, slip kid

Keep away old man, you won´t fool me
You and your history won´t rule me
You might have been a fighter, but admit you failed
I´m not affected by your blackmail
You won´t blackmail me

I´ve got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I´m off to the civil war
I´ve got my kit bag, my heavy boots
I´m runnin´ in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw

Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble
Slip over here and set me free
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
You´re slidin down the hill like me
No easy way to be free
No easy way to be free
No easy way to be free